A book slammed into his head lightly, and in the blur of vision, he heard the girl's cold voice."
Stay away from me."
Stupid.On the first day of class this week, Song Miao made a big splash.Regarding the absence of students in the class, the teacher didn't even ask.The half-bald Chinese teacher held up the textbook to explain to himself, and most of the students in the classroom were sleeping, and a few were listening to songs and playing games with headphones.So, when Wang Zhongyun removed the textbook and glanced at the audience, his voice paused rarely.What's the name of the girl who listens carefully?
Song what?
Wang Zhongyun twisted his eyebrows and meditated, it stands to reason that he should have an impression of such a beautiful and well-behaved girl.But for some reason, no matter how he hollowed out his head, he didn't find a sense of her existence.It can be seen from this that the sense of existence of Song Miao in the past was low."
Ahem!"
Wang Zhongyun put down the book and couldn't help asking, "Classmate, which class are you in?"
Did you go to the wrong classroom?
”Song Miao, who was taking notes seriously, raised her head and had a question mark on her face: "???
”"Poofhahahaha......"
As soon as Wang Zhongyun's voice fell, the naughty boy couldn't help but burst into laughter.Pointing at Song Miao, he said, "Teacher!
This is Song Miao!
”Wang Zhongyun was confused, "Who is Song Miao?"
Our class?
”"That's right!
You've been teaching her for three years, okay!!
Since the first year of high school, you have always been in charge!
”Boy A rolled his eyes violently, speechless."
Really?"
Wang Zhongyun was skeptical, this group of students was used to making trouble, and he didn't believe their words very much.So, he beckoned to the girl who was looking at the aggrieved girl with a pair of watery eyes, "Come on, classmate, do you know where I just talked about?"
Would you do this poem?
”Song Miao stood up obediently, "The teacher is talking about pipa?"
This poem was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi, and it is one of the long Yuefu poems, does the teacher want me to memorize it?
”She tilted her head, and the sunlight fell into her eyes as if they were filled with broken gold.Her voice is delicate and soft, and her tone of voice is gentle, which makes people feel good.Wang Zhongyun was amused, looking at Song Miao's eyes tolerant, "This poem is very long, and it's nothing if you can't memorize it." ”To be honest, Song Miao's ability to answer what he was talking about, and even the source, was enough to make him happy.I saw that many students in the classroom were attracted and looked lively."
Pipa Xing?
What is Pipa Xing?
Is it a song?
”"Probably right?""
Huh?
Is that to make Song Miao sing?
”The whisper reached Wang Zhongyun's ears, causing him to roll his eyes violently.Angry, he just wanted to slap the table to warn these uncompetitive students, but the girl's unhurried recitation of poems made Wang Zhongyun instantly attracted."
Xunyang Jiangtou night send-off, maple leaves and flowers in autumn.The master dismounts the guest in the boat, and raises the wine to drink without orchestra.If you are drunk, you will say goodbye, and you will be immersed in the moon in the vast river when you are drunk.Suddenly heard the sound of pipa on the water, and the host forgot to return to the guest.Who is the bomber?
The sound of the pipa stopped and he was late.…… Gently twist and slowly wipe and pick up, at the beginning of the neon dress after six years.The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers.The noisy cut miscellaneous, the big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate......"
The wind swept the ends of her hair, and the floating dust in the beam jumped above the girl's head.She was in uniform, her back straight when she stood, and her well-cut suit pinched out of her waist.The picture in front of her is beautiful, and even the sunlight falling on her shoulders is jealous.